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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, radio cracklin’, voice boomin’—YOU SHALL NOT PASS!—talkin’ bout prostitutes, yeah? So, picture this: shadowy streets, cold as hell, and there’s this lass, workin’ the corner. Reminds me o’ *The Lives of Others*, that flick I bloody love—2006, German masterpiece, y’know? Stasi spyin’, lives torn, secrets everywhere. “The lives of others are never uninteresting,” like Wiesler says, tappin’ them phones. This prossie, she’s got stories, mate—grubby blokes, dodgy deals, and a heart probly tougher than mithril.

Cougar Night in Silicon Valley

Questions linger months after the Almanac broke the story about the arrest, firing and reinstatement of veteran Menlo Park police officer Jeffrey Vasquez: How, exactly, does a .

I often take my breaks in Bedwell Bayfront Park. Perfect for clearin’ my head. The cool breeze off the bay, yeppers – it's like every muscle in your back just unwinds. Sometimes I lean against a bench, thinkin’ about the quirky souls wanderin’ around. I even had this one day, right? I was mid-session with a client and suddenly remembered a line: “Let the right one in” – man, I felt weirdly artistic for a sec.

Menlo Park may expand home electrification program